Lyrics:
your wife, damn sure ain't your child
Trees gettin' to ya head
Cuz dumb chick ain't my style
You really don't want my love
All you do is smoke up them
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
your blessings, I’m blessing you in the tub
Say you got a confession, you hate the niggas I love
I love how you get defensive when both of us in
to sit at your table
I used to sit at your table
You smiled and you took me to your city suite
Now I'm in love with it all
But she remembers it all
As he
don't be
Give yourself prudence and love your friends
La France, rejoice your truth!
I I n the religion of the insecure
I must be myself
Respect my youth
And your growth is admirable
But hey I would of love to hop on this track
Nigga this a stick up pick up
Put the fucking information in the bag
I see you
As around the sun the earth knows she's revolving
And the rosebuds know to bloom in early may
Just as hate knows love's the cure
You can rest your
As around the sun the earth knows she's revolving
And the rosebuds know to bloom in early may
Just as hate knows love's the cure
You can rest your
York
So I came here
I'm very dumb
I find you very interesting
Well... I'm just not
I used to think I was so odd
But my roommate is the same way
I want to be, yo, let me fuck that nigga down
You heard that shit, nigga
Ay, yo, what you going with that big ass
My ghetto love song, set it off,
Just you and me, sitting by the orange trees
Oh-oh-oh-orange
Oh-oh-oh-orange
Oh-oh-oh-orange
Oh-oh-oh-orange
So far away, from neon lights
dance that would go by way too fast
No, when I look at you, girl, what I wanna do
Is gonna take longer than that
I wanna drive out to Cali for your
pollution
I hear you spitting problems but void of any solutions
It's not the time for dilly-dally, it's time for execution
You don't do shii, what's your
I love trees, i love cheese, i love tea, i love me
I love chilling with my friends (besties)
I love crystals i love gems (gems)
I love food made by
this trash
Man, this taxi's never crashing, flashy neon fashion
Y'all can't hate on me in the backseat but best make way for this action
Ima make
can be more than just friends
Just friends
Just friends
We can be more than just friends
I know you hate the gym we would’ve never worked out but
Even
to love
You make it hard to love
Got some friends and family gone but they live in me
I know somebody feeling me
Faded off my memories
I'm paranoid about
the brittle bone then take a second look, oh
Young rappers, you've much to see
But your skills can surely blossom like a mustard seed
So come with me, I've got
me
You'll be dead if I see you
Hangin' round Tennessee better run, hippie
Eat your LSD tell your friends about me
Yeah I'm coming with a gun, I hate
gettin' they Gs up?
(Gs up)
In the back and you rollin' your trees up
(Trees up) where my bitches that's gettin'
They freeze up? And gettin' they tease up
love and)
Your lips are poison but it cures my heartache
So lets medicate
Kick it
BADUMBADA
Before you close your eyes I can show you how humans
Just left saying good girls don't grow on trees
Look, I felt like it was yesterday
The times we had that went away
We're still young, but of course
sleep
Before you open the door you take a peek
You hate when I leave you over my friends for weeks
You hate the vet but you love the treats
To them you
a brown skin friend claiming kin to crazy horse
I stink of vino my greasy clothes are rancid but
I tip the bottle back the spirits are in me kid
Firewater
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